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"Or, atleast, come to the meeting room. Captain out!"
 The cyborg replayed the announcment mentally, and sighed. A star trek reference? Really? Had his captain fallen so low...
 The cyborg Engineer, Aiden Garthar, released a grumble, the panal of his arm opened up, splayed and vulnerable, as he worked with the pieces inside. He would find himself cursing the one who made his body, briefly forgetting it was himself, for the most part. He needed to care for his form even more diligently, but personal maintanace was often the last thing on his mind. 

Letting the limb close, and shift to align the pieces properly, he gave a groan. He couldnt help but feel his captains announcements often had some form of star trek reference...and since coming onto the condor, has watched the entire franchise...twice. currently going for a third. As maddening as it was, he couldnt help but be intruiged by they 20st century television show,  even those after it, and mostlikely the captain had a similar opinion. He just hoped he wasnt comparing his crew to that of the old. He didnt not seem like the "captain piccard" in the show at all...

But, he was the captain, and he may not be a starfleet captain, but he was still a man Gar had yet to regret meeting. Leaning back in his seat, letting his other limbs adjust their intricacies, before pushing himself to a stand. Pressing the com on the wall he spoke" Aye, boss. Gar will be up shortly", and stepped out of his quarters, his cloak slipping over his shoulders. Many of the oher crew didng care to see the...bits and bobs of his body. Made them uncomfortable...

 The ship was up to date. Managed to get in afew improvements during their stay. But unfortunantly there was only so much engineering could do before maintenance became gratuitous. The ship was practically brand new from the work they had been putting out. It it was becoming dull around the halls. Hell, he was actually doing maintenance on himself. Thats just too freaking slow. The fact that half the engineers dont require sleep made things go by fast. The droids( Gar's general term for the comeplete machines that aided about the ship) made the more tedious work go by easier, he had to admit that. But the bloody things didnt have a creative bolt in their chassis. One thing he felt he was blessed with. All the capabilities of a machine, and the creativity of a human...
 Entering the meetig room, Gar quickly took a seat, propping his metal feet up on a nearby chair, hands folding behind his back and his almost malnutritioned chest in view as the lights of his helmet went our, simulating rest
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